Well, at least that’s what she is today. Not too long ago she was just a regular Southern Belle in love with her soldier, dreaming of a life full of babies and white picket fences.

Then she died.

Now she’s a vampire in a shifter’s world trying to make sense of her sudden thirst for blood and her strange ability to read the emotions off of others. Especially as it pertains to death—she and death have a strange affinity for one another now, but best not to dwell on that subject too long. She’s still totally just a normal girl, except now she solves murders and drinks a little type-O on the side. No big deal, she’s certainly nothing special or amazing…right? Except every once in a while she senses something stirring inside of her. Something dark. Something ancient. And something very, very powerful. But for now it’s just easier to pretend she’s nothing more than a vampire with a badge and a gun who just so happens to have the hots for not one, but two different shifters one of whom is her step-brother.

No one ever said being dead would be easy.

“Gossiping hens had nothing on ghosts. I didn’t know how they did it, but considering ghosts couldn’t eat, couldn’t have sex, drink, do drugs, or any other things for enjoyment, all they had was gossip. They were like the information superhighway, except dead and vaguely spooky.”
― Selene Charles, Whiskey, Vamps, and Thieves